Wrong Marriage Surprise Marriage: Jing Shao Chasing His Wife, Please Line Up

Ruan Qianya's slender fingers were pulling at the corner of her clothes in a slightly cramped manner, but she pretended to be reticent.

"Whether Qi Sheng can expand the overseas market has nothing to do with me, but the flower marriage was designed by me, so if I give it to my boyfriend, there must be no problem, right?"

Boy friend?
Jing Yihong chewed these three words in his heart, and the bitterness spread through his heart instantly.

He didn't expect that Ruan Qianya would admit so lightly that she had given the design to Fu Zhirong.

Jing Yihong originally thought that she would at least find an excuse to lie to him, even if he knew that what she said was lying to him, Jing Yihong's heart would be more comfortable than now.

Not being able to participate in this fashion week is not the most important thing, the important thing is that Qi Sheng may lose the opportunity to expand overseas markets, so that the power cannot be expanded, and it will be difficult to compete with Fu Zhirong in the future.

But even so, he doesn't blame Ruan Qianya, let alone hate her.

It's just that I feel uncomfortable in my heart, as if a long thorn has been pierced by someone, and the person who pierced this thorn with his own hands is Ruan Qianya.

He originally thought that the contact these days would make Ruan Qianya feel some affection for him.

But after this incident happened, Jing Yihong suddenly realized that Ruan Qianya only had what Fu Zhirong told her and what she had to do in Ruan Qianya's heart.

Jing Yihong didn't feel any resentment, but was disappointed.

He took a breath of cold air, and the chill instantly entered his lungs.

He said softly to Ruan Qianya: "Go to rest early, we will return to Mangcheng at noon tomorrow."

"The matter of that subsidiary..."

"Priority and urgency." After saying this coldly, Jing Yihong turned and left the room, and walked into another bedroom in the suite.

The huge room fell silent for a moment, the surroundings were eerily quiet, and Ruan Qianya could clearly hear her own breathing.

She let go of the white teeth that were biting her lip tightly, and there was a row of deep tooth marks on her lower lip.

At the moment when Jing Yihong asked her if she had anything to explain, Ruan Qianya originally thought that he would be furious, but he didn't mean to blame Ruan Qianya, and he didn't even say anything serious.

His unusually gentle attitude made Ruan Qianya feel a little guilty, but soon she remembered what Jing Yihong had done, and felt that she had nothing to blame.

At the beginning, she forced herself to fall into the sea, and now she is entangled with many women, and lost the opportunity to go abroad to participate in the fashion week, which is his own fault.

Thinking of this, Ruan Qianya felt a lot more comfortable.

She lay down and was about to rest, but when she closed her eyes, what appeared in front of her was Jing Yihong's gentle face.

Ruan Qianya opened her eyes a little irritably, staring blankly and unfocused at the white ceiling.

For some reason, the more she came into contact with Jing Yihong, the more disturbed she became.

Clearly knowing that he is a man who looks towards Qin Muchu, but seeing him related to so many women, she still feels uncomfortable in her heart.

Ruan Qianya knew that her thoughts were very spineless, and she should hate Jing Yihong, but no matter how she tried, she still couldn't feel only "hate" towards Jing Yihong.

Ruan Qianya's mind was tangled, and she tossed herself for half the night before finally falling asleep in a daze.

Jing Yihong's situation is not much better than hers.

He tossed and turned for most of the night, always regretting that he had lost her, so that Fu Zhirong could take advantage of it and turn her into what she is now.

He was really angry when he told Ruan Qianya that he was going back to Mangcheng. He didn't want to lose his temper on Ruan Qianya, but he had to let her know the seriousness of the matter, so he could only tell her like this.

Participating in Fashion Week is important to Qi Sheng, but the most important thing to Jing Yihong right now is to get the original Ruan Qianya back to him.

Jing Yihong suffered from insomnia all night, the morning light was twilight, he looked at the little white belly revealed in the sky, he rolled over and sat up.

Knowing that there is a breakfast booth nearby, Jing Yihong couldn't sleep anyway, so Jing Yihong got up to buy breakfast for Ruan Qianya.

Now there is no other way, he can only try his best to treat Ruan Qianya better, and better.

Ruan Qianya slowly woke up in a burst of suppressed whispers, she opened her eyes bewilderedly, and seemed to hear Jing Yihong talking to someone in a haze.

Before her brain was completely awake, she rubbed her eyes and carefully discerned, and found that someone really seemed to be talking outside.

The sky outside the window had not yet brightened, and the whole city was shrouded in silence, so even a very low voice could be clearly heard.

Ruan Qianya got up and walked to the door of the suite.

The voice came from the corridor outside, and she could only vaguely hear Jing Yihong's voice. Although the other party's voice was slightly shrill, it was deliberately suppressed, so it couldn't be heard clearly.

Although the other voice was not clear, it was probably a woman.

Ruan Qianya pushed open the door of the suite curiously. The corridor was not lit, and it was dark everywhere.

Following the source of the voice, she walked carefully to the stairs.

Looking down the stairs, there are two figures standing on the platform on the next floor. The woman is weak and thin, wearing a big hat on her head.

Apart from Luo Qingqing, it was hard for Ruan Qianya to think of any other woman who would wear such an attire.

The person next to Luo Qingqing seemed to be Jing Yihong, because the distance was too far, and because of the obstruction of the stairs, Ruan Qianya could only vaguely see half of his body.

But judging from his body shape and hearing his voice, it should be Jing Yihong without a doubt.

Ruan Qianya didn't dare to turn on the lights in the stairs, she was afraid that disturbing the two of them would expose herself.

The two of them said something, and Luo Qingqing suddenly sobbed softly: "Yihong, don't you want this child? He is your flesh and blood."

"I will be responsible for the children, you don't have to worry about that."

A hollow voice came into Ruan Qianya's ears. The voice sounded a bit ethereal, and there was even a slight echo, which was a bit unreal.

But Ruan Qianya thought it was because the stairs were too long, so it was not surprising that there was an echo, and that haughty and cold tone was indeed something only Jing Yihong could have.

Ruan Qianya clenched the handrail of the stairs tightly with her fingers, and listened attentively to the conversation between the two downstairs.

After listening to "Jing Yihong"'s response, Luo Qingqing cried even more fiercely: "You are only responsible for him, what about me? Don't you need to be responsible for me? That night in the hotel, you were so gentle to me, Have you all forgotten?"

Ruan Qianya's breath was stagnant, and when Luo Qingqing said "that night", she suddenly felt like a lump in her throat.

"Jing Yihong" didn't speak, but stretched out his arms, and hugged Luo Qingqing into his arms, comforting him gently.

Looking at this scene, Ruan Qianya tightened her eyebrows, her body trembling uncontrollably.

She wanted to leave quickly, but in the process of turning around and going upstairs, she accidentally touched the sensor switch of the voice-activated light. In an instant, the lights in the entire corridor turned on.